Chapter 11, Part 1

Dear Elena,

We all are living in a dream,
But life ain't what it seems
Oh everything's a mess
And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything's a mess
But I wanna dream
-Imagine Dragons

And here all this time I thought I was safe…

For the longest time, I thought I was safe and nothing could get to me. Enzo made it seem that way and I convinced myself that it was like that. Until I realized that I shouldn't be so naive. The reason I'm in a secluded cabin is because my safety has been compromised. I also seem to forget that without my powers I'm useless. There are a lot of things I clearly forgot…Let me start from the beginning.

Little to say that Thanksgiving was a disaster!

To be fair I don't remember the last time you, me or even Caroline had a proper thanksgiving without it being a damn problem. So I woke up that morning with already a heavy about the holiday. It makes sense and can't exactly blame…My mother is god only knows where living her life as an immortal, my father is dead, Grams is dead, Jeremey is…also god knows where, Caroline has a family now, Stephan –if I understand- is on the run with Valarie, Damon is in a coffin and then there's you is also in a coffin (I forgive your absence though). To put it lightly, I feel practically alone one a family holiday.

And if that didn't make it worse, my theory was also a complete and utter waste of time…I don't want to talk about it but I will tell you that Enzo helped….a lot. Which brought me to that too? Even Enzo had family today. The St. Johns, in honour of their messed up organisations was throwing a thanksgiving/welcome home Enzo (it's bit long overdue if you ask me)/end of year party at the Armory. So to put it completely lightly…I was alone for Thanksgiving this year. That kind of stung. But if I want to stay alive and safe, I had to be ok with him going…not that I actually care…I think I don't care.

Something good did come out of being alone though. When I was done getting dressed, I went straight to the kitchen to boil some water for coffee and oatmeal. I went straight into research while the water boiled on the kettle. Believe it or not, I still had a lot of boxes to unpack. Next to the fire were three just stacked there waiting for me to give it attention. I was completely frustrated with that. Back to the point, as I was looking through some stats, I had no idea why I was doing that, I stepped back by accident knocking that stack of boxes over.

"Shoot." I remember murmuring as I looked at all the books and papers that fell out the box. I placed the one box back in the right position and started placing the papers back in the box. As I took a pile of papers, I didn't feel a thick book in between the mix, so it fell open. As I placed the pile of papers in the box, I looked at the book. It fell open and the first words I saw were; Dear Diary…

If there is one thing I've learnt in the last couple of years…Diaries are key to figuring the ultimate mystery. And if this was in an box from the Armory but this looked highly personal. What if it was just placed her by accident…what if was Alex's. That would be perfect, all my answers would not only be answered but also be solved immediately.

I picked it up slowly and looked at it with skeptical eyes. I read the next line that came after Dear Diary. Bear in mind this entry is from the middle of the diary…

Dear Diary,

I think I'm going crazy…

I'm hearing things that everyone claims they are not. This morning I went to breakfast preparing breakfast and I heard it…calling my name…I would have swore it was mother calling me. It was like she was here with me right now. That was impossible, she was dead…along with daddy. I tried to speak to Alex about it…she just told me she was busy studying and didn't have time for this. I guess that's what you get for being related to a pre-law major…well I guess post-law now. Is that what it's called post law. Doesn't matte, she's been stressed out cause the lawyers are saying that she kind of owns the Armoury now, she is the oldest…maybe I should speak to Evie but she will just laugh…she did have a habit of being an evil bitch when she was upset.

I still think I'm going crazy…Maybe I am who can really tell.

Virginia…

Virginia? Since she said related to Alex and that she is the oldest…I'm going with a wild guess that her full name is Virginia St. John. Scanned through all the pages of the diary to find any reference to anything else. Today must be my lucky –yet miserable day- because would you look at that, two photographs fall out the diary. One of a girl with bright eyes and busy hair standing with two older people, the parental figures I'm assuming since the girl is carrying same smile as the older woman. They are standing on what looks like the London Bridge. The second is the same place and there are now three girls who all look happy and content. One of the girls, Alex…I actually thought that she always looked smug she looked pretty happy here.

Well I guess I know how I'm spending my day. After my breakfast, lunch type dinner (it was like one in the afternoon so that's why I'm confused), I grabbed a flask of tea, my camera and Virginia's diary and then put my thick coat and scarf on and make m. I walk further out then I generally would've, I think it has something to do with the fact that I feel so alone and that house just represents that.

I find a comfortable rock and sit down where the sun is creeping through the heavy clouds. Then start reading the diary from the beginning. I'd love to give you her whole diary entry but it's kind of tedious and boring…but I will sum her up. Meet Virginia Ariel St. John. Don't think the second name didn't escape me; trust me I had a little giggle there and then a sad sigh. She is the middle child of Carmen St John and D.J St John. Interesting…So Alexandria Meredith St John is the oldest and by the sounds of it mommy and daddy's favorite…and then there was Yvette...Yvette Allison St John. She hasn't really said much about her yet. Then again, I've only read two entries…two long entries about how bored she was with her life. I told you it was tedious…nothing crazy yet.

Then out of nowhere, I heard shuffling…

I turned my head towards the deep part of the forest and for some reason I felt as though I was being watched…like a lot. Someone was looking at me now. I looked at the burner phoned and saw that it was past three; maybe it was best I went back to the cabin. I grabbed my stuff and realized my tea had gone cold and I hadn't drunk it yet…

When I turned my head again to see if anyone was following me as I walk towards the cabin , which was a bit far now, no one was there. Then I turned my head back and dropped the flask when I saw a very blonde and well-built looking man. He was wearing jeans and checked shirt. He smiled at me. I tried to catch my breath because the way he creeped out-out of nowhere had caught me off guard.

"Hi," He smiled, "What's a fine looking woman like yourself doing out here on Thanksgiving?"

"Um," I blink a few times and the swallowed, "I was just taking a walk." I then smiled, "If you'll excuse me."

"Uh," He stops me from passing him, "I'm looking for someone…young, beautiful…luscious…alone." With each word he looks more and more smug.

"Haven't seen anyone like that." I shrug, "Sorry." I try to pass him again and he holds me back.

"Funny," He smiles at me and then his veins starts to form under his eyes while his eyes change from blue to red and his fangs come out, "I have."

I couldn't hold back…I just screamed.

B

To be continued…

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